by Eve Newton
He shakes his head as he laughs quietly. “You are brazen, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve ever met a female quite like you.”
“Of course you haven’t,” I scoff. “Demon Queen, remember.”
He comes closer, almost stalking me. “Oh, how could I forget.” He stops when he is inches from me, looking down at me from his huge height advantage. He leans in closer.
I part my lips, waiting for him to kiss me.
He brushes his lips past my cheek. “Your feet are burning,” he whispers in my ear.
“What?” I ask startled, looking down and lifting one high-heeled foot up automatically.
I snort when I see what he means. “Nope, that happens when I walk over the ground. Kinda dying to see what happens on Earth.”
“Mm. Me too,” he murmurs.
Then he grabs my hips, dragging me closer to him. He bends down to kiss me, fisting his hands into my hair.
I kiss him back after a second, devouring his mouth with mine as I claw at his black shirt. He lifts me up and practically throws me against the wall of the kennels. I gasp from the bone-jarring thud, then he is in front of me before I drop to the ground, holding me up by my waist.
“I’m indestructible,” I murmur to him. “You can do whatever you like to this body and you won’t hurt me. You want that, don’t you, Killian?”
He gives me a smoldering look. “Say my name again,” he demands quietly.
I lick my lips. “Killian,” I purr.
“Again,” he demands more forcefully, pressing his bulk against my body.
I wiggle to get my legs free so that I can wrap them around him. “Killian,” I growl, gripping the sides of his head so that I can pull his face closer to thrust my tongue into his mouth.
He squeezes my ass hard, making me wriggle in delight, then his fingers are in the front, flicking the button undone and unzipping my pants.
I’m a second away from clicking my fingers to remove them when he grabs them on each side of the zipper and yanks them out to the sides, rendering the leather all the way down my crotch to give him access to my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan into his mouth at the sexy move that has left me panting.
His strength is immense. All of these Demons have great strength but none that nearly matches mine. I can feel it when I run my hands up his forearms as his hands go back to my ass. It’s calling to me. I wonder if mine is calling to him.
I lose all train of thought, though when he takes my hand roughly and moves it to his own zipper. I hastily get him free, slipping his cock out with a groan when I feel the size and weight of it.
“If anyone is going to do the pleasing, it’s going to be me,” he whispers in my ear, slamming my hands up against the wall above my head and holding them in place with one big hand as his other guides his cock inside me.
I am practically creaming myself already as he thrusts high up into me. I scream as he fills me up with at least thirteen inches of Horseman cock.
“Fuck,” I rasp as he fucks me hard and fast, holding me in place with one hand on my wrists, the other on my hip. With only the wall at my back holding me up, I let him fuck me roughly, bruising my lips with his as he kisses me deeply.
As he speeds up, he lets go of my wrists and takes a hold of my backside again, moving us away from the wall.
“Take over, Princess,” he growls low. “Show me what this pussy can do.”
I give him a wicked grin, knowing that I’m getting to him already. He is panting hard as I place my hands on his shoulders and use them as leverage to ride him as hard as I can. My thigh muscles are aching as the first orgasm tears its way through me, pumping through my veins, wetting my pussy so much we can both hear the slurping noise as I continue to screw him even though I want to hold still and surf the wave of ecstasy until I die in his arms.
“Annabelle,” he murmurs as that climax ends and another one starts up almost immediately. His cock is covered with my cum, making it easy to keep fucking his enormous length this way.
“Be with me,” I pant, writhing in such pleasurable agony as my climax doesn’t end. “You want this, you know you do.”
“We’ll see,” he whispers in my ear and then strides forward with me still in his arms, crashing us through the double doors, knocking them off their hinges.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, even as he rejects my ass backward attempt to get him to agree to be part of my circle. I don’t let the humiliation stop me though, as he throws me onto a torture rack in the sin bin and then flips me over.
“On your knees,” he growls.
I smile slowly, knowing exactly what it is he wants from me. Right now, I don’t give a flying fuck. I will give it to him so that he keeps fucking me the way he is.
I lose my pants and let my wings pop out, getting on all fours.
“Why the wings?” he asks, grabbing my hips.
“You said they were pretty,” I murmur, almost shyly. “Plus, you are the only male that I can fuck with them out.”
“That I am, Princess,” he rumbles, pressing his cock against my pussy entrance and sliding in with a loud grunt.
He pulls and shoves on my hips, making me fuck his dick while he just stands there. I’ve never been treated this way before and it makes my clit twitch. I never thought that I would submit to anyone. I didn’t think that there was anyone out there that could make me feel like a dirty little whore and his Princess at the same time.
“Oh, that’s it,” I pant as I feel yet another orgasm about to rocket through my body. “Use me, that’s it, use me to please yourself.”
He stops for a moment and then letting out a deep, dark growl, he starts to pump his hips against me, fucking me now, making me tremble.
“I know what you want,” I pant. “Master.”
“Uhn,” he moans, slamming against me.
I rub my clit furiously, needing the twitching to become an all-out throb under my fingers as Killian hits my G-spot with his monster cock.
“Do you submit to me?” he rasps.
I know he is so close to letting go.
“Is that what you want?”
“DO YOU SUBMIT?” he roars.
“Yes, Master,” I purr.
He lets out a loud, guttural groan and shoots his load into me, big spurts of cum flooding me as my clit starts to throb and my pussy clutches desperately at him.
He pushes down on my lower back as he drains himself into me. “Fuck, Annabelle, fuck. Yes, Princess.”
He withdraws from me suddenly, but I stay where I am, on all fours.
He walks around and crouches in front of me. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy again, Princess?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to want only your pussy?”
“Yes,” I growl. The thought of another female doing with him what we just did, makes my blood boil.
“Then I’ll fuck your pussy again, Princess. Only yours. I have no need or desire, to take another female to my bed. Besides, you have outdone yourself today. The last female I fucked was a goddess, but you have far outmatched her abilities. However, don’t ask me to fuck your ass. I do not crave anal with a female. We will cunt-fuck and that’s it. Do you understand me, Princess?”
“Yes,” I say steadily.
“I’ll be yours to make a claim on,” he says, leaning closer and brushing my wayward hair out of my face. “On one condition.”
I part my lips, knowing what’s coming.
“You allow Elijah the freedom to continue his relationship with me. He will not go against what you say, so you will go upstairs now, tell him that I have agreed to be yours but that he can still be with me. Are we clear, little whore?”
I gasp quietly as he utters those words to me. Any other being would be incinerated by now, but he has only made my cunt drip with juices. “Yes, Master,” I say softly.
“Very good, my Queen,” he says gallantly, holding his hand out for me to take so that he can help me. He kisses my kn
uckles and lets my hand go. “You are fascinating, Annabelle. I’m looking forward to discovering more about you.”
“Same,” I mutter like a dumb-fuck.
He has completely turned my head. Made me feel things that I didn’t think I was capable of.
“I will leave you to speak to your men, tell them that I will be joining your circle. Make no mistake, though, Annabelle, that when we are fucking, you answer to me. I will defer to you as my Queen in all other aspects, but I want you to be my filthy whore when my dick is in your cunt.”
“I agree,” I murmur and then watch as he walks away.
“Oh, and the wings,” he says, turning back briefly. “It’s fucking hot screwing you with them out. I like that it’s our thing. The others are missing out.”
“Oh,” I breathe, almost drooling as he disappears.
I stretch out my back with a happy smile. So, it’s not exactly how I thought this would go down, but his terms are certainly acceptable to me. I’m not so stupid or naïve to know that he is doing this for me. Nah, he is here for Elijah and that’s fine. For now. He will soon accept that he belongs with me.
For the first time in my life, I’m happy to wait for something because I know it’s right.
32
Killian
I stalk past Drescal to get back into the residence, after he opened it for me. I don’t know if he saw me with Annabelle but I’m guessing he did, judging from the look on his face. Not jealousy, but definitely envious of me having gotten her into such a submissive position. He goes to her and I leave them to it. I need her to speak to Elijah before I face him again. He needs to hear what she has to say.
I wander around the downstairs of this residence, down a dark hallway with paintings adorning the wall and pornographic statues scattered about. I have never been to the new residence, having been on Earth for the last eight months, but I recognize this section as one taken from the old residence. It leads to the huge dining hall, if I’m not mistaken. I keep walking and find myself ducking through an archway that does lead to the Dining Hall. It is eerily quiet, but I like the peace, the absolute contrast to what I am. I sit down in one of the chairs and close my eyes. Living in Hell is a terrible stress on the mind. I have enough to deal with creating conflict on Earth, I don’t want to come home to it as well. I have isolated myself as much as possible in my private apartment off the main blocks where the regular Demons live. I also enjoy the sanctuary of the kennels as much as I can. It was on one such visit there that I came to enjoy Elijah’s strength of character around four hundred years ago. Skirmishes, battles, even war, were so much more commonplace back then. I was constantly back and forth, and it was wearing me out to the point that I needed to either find someone to take it out on or quit. Seeing as the latter wasn’t an option, Elijah’s physical strength and ability to take what I had to give him, soon made him an invaluable part of my life here in Hell. It didn’t take me long to care for him. He is quite easy to care for. It doesn't surprise me that Annabelle thinks so too. All you have to do is look at him with his Hounds to know he is the man you want near you. He will take on every burden he can to make the life of those around him easier. It makes coming back here less difficult.
I prefer my life on Earth. No one knows who I really am. I live a second life up there which is a secret even from Elijah. I need it to settle the daily struggle of causing strife amongst the humans. I don’t have anyone up there that could take his place, they are all too breakable, too fragile both in their minds and their physical strength, but I’ve had many dalliances over the centuries. Both with males and females.
I definitely prefer the males. They are stronger, more resilient as a rule. Only now, being with Annabelle, oh, I know she can give me what I seek. I can literally throw her through walls, and she will beg for more. Not even the goddess, who was trapped on Earth due to a story I didn’t listen to, had that kind of power. But it is more than that with Annabelle. She has something about her that I find intriguing, surprising. It has been a long, long time since anyone has had the ability to shock me, and yet she does with her words, so hot, so bold. I definitely see the upside to this arrangement. She is a female that I can see myself being with, in the real sense. Not that I will ever admit that to anyone, not even Elijah. Not yet anyway.
“Hey,” Elijah says from the archway.
I turn to him and open my eyes. “Hey. Have you spoken with Annabelle?”
“Yes,” he says, his eyes shining. “You did it. You got her to submit to you, didn’t you?” He lets out a loud laugh.
I smirk at him. “All it takes is a real male, puppy.”
“Fuck you,” he throws back at me, but he isn’t really upset. He sits down next to me and takes my hand. “Thank you for doing this.”
I shrug, deciding to come clean. “I went out there for you, E, but she is…she is something else altogether.”
“I know,” he says with a soft smile.
“Yeah, I get it now. She is alluring and feisty and the power…” I breathe in deeply. “Mine is connected to hers. I’m made from Lucifer’s blood, her blood, the blood of Hell. I want to tell you this so that you know. I don’t want to hide it from you.”
He frowns at me and pulls his hand away, which is what I was afraid of. “Connected? What do you mean?”
“Just as I explained,” I say patiently.
“Does she know?” he croaks out.
“I think so. She didn’t say, neither did I but it’s there, E.” I sigh. “What have you gotten me into?” I add with a sad laugh.
“Don’t tell her,” he blurts out. “Not yet, anyway. Everything is still so new; I don’t want that to fuck this up.”
“It won’t,” I say, gripping his hand again. “She really cares about you. She was having you regardless of what I, or anyone else, had to say about it. You don’t need to worry about this. I will never let what I have with her come between what you two have, or what we have. Never.”
He smiles at me and leans forward to kiss me.
I snake my hand up his thigh, but he stops me from touching him further.
“Not without her,” he mumbles.
“Excuse me?” I ask incredulously.
“Not without her,” he grits out louder.
“Is that what she said?” I demand getting pissed off.
“No!” he says quickly. “This is on me. You know how I feel about you, Lian, but now that I’m with her, I feel that doing this without her would be wrong. I dunno.” He shrugs.
“I see,” I mutter, disappointed that he feels that way. “So we will never be alone again?”
“Don’t look at it that way. Picture yourself fucking me as I fuck her,” he says softly.
I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. Oh, it’s a fucking hot image, that’s for sure. “But I want you to myself. Call me selfish.”
“Sometimes, she can just watch, or be there doing something else. She doesn’t have to be involved, I just want her there, so she is secure, so she knows that I, we, aren’t excluding her.”
“She has put this idea into your head, hasn’t she?”
“No, not at all. I find myself very protective over her. I can’t help it. I want her to be happy.”
I chew the inside of my lip and then sigh. “Fine. I hear you.” I sit back mutinously, hoping that I can comply with this demand. I’m not used to taking instruction. I give it. I do what I want, when I want. I have never had to take another person into account, and I don’t think I like it. But I’m not walking away either so I’m going to have to take it on the chin. Perhaps over time I could have a word with her, get her to allow Elijah to be with me alone.
“Come,” he says. “We should get back to her. She is upset about the Shax thing.”
I nod and stand up. I keep hold of his hand as I swirl us upstairs in a bolt of lightning to see to our woman.
Our woman.
I can’t help the small smile that plays at my lips. I can’t help that those two wor
ds please me.
33
Gregory
I’m overwhelmed.
It’s really the only word that fits what I’m feeling right now.
Annabelle and I were flirting, I’ve fantasized about her on numerous occasions, I feel something for her, but she kind of blindsided me with her statement.
I look at her now, in her bedroom, surrounded by the men that she clearly has sex with and feel so inferior, I want to run and hide.
“Where is Sid?” she asks suddenly, looking at me as if I have the answer to this.
As it happens, I do. Sort of. “He said he was going back to the cube.” I have no idea what that means, but she does.
She nods and smiles her thanks. “We should talk,” she says, coming to me.
“We have time for that later. You’re upset about your brother. You need to deal with that first.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she says quietly. “I betrayed him, and he wants to leave me.”
“Let him go,” I advise her as I have nothing else to say. “He will return, but even if he doesn’t, he is his own person, uhm, being. Doesn’t he deserve to do what makes him happy?”
The other men are staring at me in horror. I get why. They think that Annabelle is going to remove my head with her teeth for being so bold. But she won’t. She listens to me, she said it herself in front of all of them and her mother.
“Of course!” she exclaims, getting agitated. “But why can’t he be happy here?”
“I can’t answer that. You need to find him and speak to him, clear the air.”
“He doesn’t want to speak to me,” she pouts.
“He will. You are his…other half,” I say carefully. I don’t know if these men are aware of the bond between the twins, but I highly doubt it. Annabelle wouldn’t risk her brother’s life with such pillow talk.
Her eyes widen in warning, but when she realizes that’s all I’m saying, her face relaxes. I can’t help but feel mildly smug.
Not so inferior now, eh, Gregory.
